I've always hated waking up to my alarm, reminding me of the day ahead and what I have to face. You might be wondering who I am and to be honest, I haven't found out who I am either yet. My name is Phoebe Miller, a normal and non-unique college student studying history. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Sadly, the ghosts lingering around my room and the one floating above me in bed would be enough proof to throw me into an insane asylum.
I've always seen them and they've only gotten worse the older I get. I guess it's because I'm alone a lot, though I've tried to throw the ghosts off by slipping into crowds. It worked for a while in high school, until I was shunned as the "weird" girl of my grade. Senior year was the worse as I was stuck, terrified to be alone and surrounded by multiple ghosts. I started to not speak to the ghosts anymore as others would stare at me and call me names.
When I finally got into my dream college, I had mostly ignored the spirits whenever I could. Now they don't even bother me anymore as I can look past them to get on with my day. Sighing, I shut off my alarm and get up, yawning on the way to my connected bathroom. My apartment is functional, with a master bedroom that comes with a connected bathroom and walk-in closet. The rest is small, but the balcony has a beautiful view of the city. I've also decorated it with multiple succulents and pictures, giving it more of a lively look.
I rinse my face off and look into the mirror, scrutinizing the dark circles and bags underneath my hazel green eyes. I didn't get much sleep after the ghosts were being pretty loud last night, moaning and walking around my apartment until 3 am. At least my long, brown hair isn't a mess as I braided it last night to keep it out of my face when I sleep. I undo the braid and let my locks fall to my waist before brushing it and putting it into a messy bun. Next, I brush my teeth while ignoring the ghost lurking in the shower next to me. I then move on to my face, putting on some light makeup to cover up the rough night I had before. Satisfied, I try to smile at myself in the mirror with it coming out as a grimace instead.
Finishing my makeup, I walk to my closet to pick out a warm, burgundy sweater and black jeans as fall has arrived, coating everything in light dust of frost and frigid cold air. To complete the look, I decided on some ankle boots in a dark shade of brown. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice I've lost weight again as I've barely been eating, stressing myself out about starting college. You're really pretty, you'll do fine today. I flinch as I hear a raspy voice behind me, the female ghost smiling at me in the mirror. I never get used to when they talk, but she's one of the friendlier ones I talk to. I've found out recently that her name is Claire and she's became kind of a mother figure.
Claire usually just gives me compliments and keeps the other ghosts away from me. When I talk to her, she usually goes on talking about how I look so much like her daughter and that she's happy to just see me safe. I never knew why she hangs around, but I guess she's just not ready to move on just yet. I decide to give Claire a small smile back before stepping away. I make myself some coffee and grab a banana before heading out the door with 20 mins to spare before class. Luckily, I live right across from campus, so I make it to my first class in 10 mins.
The class starts, but as I'm trying to focus on what the professor is saying, I notice a guy staring at me. More like he was staring past me to behind me. Getting the goosebumps, I glance behind me to see a ghost come face to face with me, screaming. They're all dead! They're all dead! You have to help us! Trembling, I look around to now notice all the ghosts surrounding me, making me scream and fall out of my chair. The professor stops the class to ask me if I'm alright, but I was already out the door with the one guy staring after me.